Lirik dan Chord Lagu Young Americans - David Bowie

JAKARTA, KOMPAS.com - "Young Americans" merupakan lagu David Bowie yang dirilis pada 1975.

Lagu ini tergabung dalam album berjudul sama yang memuat delapan lagu.

Album Young Americans sempat menduduki peringkat ke-10 dalam chart Billboard 200.

Baca juga: Lirik dan Chord Lagu Sorrow - David Bowie

Berikut ini lirik dan chord lagu "Young Americans" dari David Bowie.

Intro: ( G Am C D ) x4

G                                                              Am
They pulled in just behind the bridge, he lays her down, he frowns
C                                               D
"Gee my life's a funny thing, am I still too young?"
G                                                                Am
He kissed her then and there, she took his ring, took his babies
    C                                                            D
It took him minutes, took her nowhere, heaven knows she'd 've taken anything, but

C     D                                                       G                                        Am
All night, she wants the young American, young American, young American
                                                   C D
She wants the young American, all right, she wants the young American

G                                                                      Am
Scanning life through the picture window, she finds the slinky vagabond
        C                                                                D
He coughs as he passes her Ford Mustang, but heaven forbid she'll take anything
G                                                            Am
But the freak and his type, all for nothing, he misses a step and cuts his hand but
C                                                                            D
Showing nothing, he swoops like a song, she cries, "where have all Papa's heroes gone?"

C    D                                                          G                                     Am
All night, she wants the young American, young American, young American
                                                         C D
She wants the young American, it's all right, she wants the young American

G                                                    Am
All the way from Washington, her bread-winner begs off the bathroom floor
      C                                                     D
We live for just these twenty years, do we have to die for the fifty more?"

C     D                                                        G                                     Am
All night, he wants the young American, young American, young American
                                                 C  D
He wants the young American, all right, he wants the young American

Interlude: (Em - D C - D) x2

Em             Bm       G                         D   Em              Bm              C
Do you remember, your President Nixon? do you remember the bills you have to pay?
               B
Or even yesterday?

Break: A Bm C - D Bm E

A                                                   Bm
Have you been the un-American, just you and your idol sing falsetto 'bout
D                                                    E
Leather, leather everywhere, and not a myth left from the Ghetto
A                                                          Bm
Well, well, well would you carry a razor, in a case, just in case of depression?
D                                                               E
Sit on your hands on a bus of survivors, blushing at all the afro-sheeners
A                                           Bm
Ain't that close to love? well ain't that poster love?
         D                                          E
Well it ain't that Barbie Doll, her heart's been broken just like you

D     E                                                  A                                             Bm
All night, you want the young American, young American, young American
                                                       D E
You want the young American, it's all right, you want the young American

A                                                                  Bm
You ain't a pimp and you ain't a hustler, a pimps got a Caddy and lady got a Chrysler
D                                                                        E
Black's got respect, white's got his Soul Train, Mama's got cramps and look at your hands shake
A                                         Bm
"I heard the news today, oh boy" I got a suite and you got defeat
D                                                                          E
Ain't there a man, who could say no more? and ain't there a woman I can sock on the jaw?
A
Ain't there a child, I can hold without judging?
Bm
Ain't there a pen that will write before they die?
D
Ain't you proud that you've still got faces?
         E (NC)
And ain't there one damn song that can make me, break down and cry?

D     E                                              A                                             Bm
All night, I want the young American, young American, young American, I want the young American